:: January 10, 1943. Commander’s Log. ::

(Translated from Russian)

It is 9:02 PM. Our tank unit is under the command of General Rokossovsky. We are supporting the 66th Army attacking towards the North and the 64th Army coming in from the east. The T-34 has suffered significant damage, but despite having a hole ripped through its chest, its engine core leaking fuel, and its tracks about to cave in - it's a god-d*mn miracle we were able to arrive at an allied repair station for total refit... I don't know if this is relevant but I've noticed something odd about our vehicle. It would suddenly stop and reverse against our wishes, only to miss a German Panzershreck round. Sometimes, it would turn its turret at random and blow up a German Anti-Tank Half-track about a mile away, we completely missed it... I don't know if it's from combat fatigue, the lack of proper rations or food... but I am starting to believe our T-34 Tank has a mind of its on.

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"Sugar. Would you be a darling and keep your body steady?"

"I-IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! TH-THERE'S TOO MANY SCARY PEOPLE CHASING AFTER US!"

Nello didn't want to cause trouble. No matter how big or scary he looked as a tank built for high-calibre warfare - he didn't have the heart to so much yell at dogs that pee on his head. That wasn't his kind of character. Alas, when you are deep behind enemy territories, especially in a land of the walking dead - you had to be a mean b@stard to survive... So please work hard, Nello.

"TH-THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAAAAAAAIN!"

The T-34 Tank ran his tracks at full speed. He didn't stop for anyone, not even the nice looking Zombie Hunters and Skeleton riflemen that he 'accidentally' bumped into. Squish. Splatter. Crush. Crack. Pop. Imagine what you will. The poor tank was so scared of all this strange horror fantasy scene, he forgot how to hit his own brakes.

Or turn - for example, he smashed through an entire saloon and didn't stop.

"SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"... Ptoo... Sugar. I would be ever thankful if you at least kept yourself going in a straight line. At least, I can see where I'm shooting without feeling I have double vision. I'm only 90."

Lying prone across the top of the Russian Tank, was a certain 'young' Dhampir. Amy Oakley. She was lying flat on her stomach across the top of the turret head. She didn't care if her skirt was flapping in the wind as she was prone in the opposite direction, neither was she worried if her elaborate hat would be blown off.

She only focused her eyes, down the line of her rifle barrel, an advanced looking lever-action musket that looked like our world 1866. Her pupil on the iron sight. Other than the thousand of Undead running and hobbling after her and the tank, there was only really one person she had in mind to eat the bullet.

"Bang♥"

*BOOM!* - *BTAAANG!*

"... That still counts as a hit!"

"That rat @ss whore...Ptoo!"

Mad-Eye Jack. A certain Vampire Cowboy who first appeared to launch a raid on a Lycan Tribe many chapters ago. Many people thought he was dead. Honestly, if taking an artillery shell from a T-34 Tank to the gut wouldn't emolate him in fire - being thrown into the atmosphere in clear view of the sun should.

However, he survived. Cannot say unscathed. Half of his body covered in enchanted red crystals stood as testament to the torment he had endured just to stay alive... That, or he wanted to show off.

"I don't know who is talking spat behind my back - But I'm going to gut this dirt-blooded traitor - EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING THIS VAMPIRE WILL DO!"

The Crystal Hybrid bolted. Literally. Instead of using one leg and one crystal stilt to run down the road, he relied on that glass leg to spring himself 10 meter after another. To better picture his movement, it was like jumped over a 10 meter long pool in one bound. Fast, nimble, accurate. The edged point of his leg was sharp enough to cut through the city's compacted dirt (hard as rock).

Despite his enhanced speed, he wasn't getting any closer.

"Sh*t! J-just how fast can a hunk of rolling metal be!? I-it's practically making me eat its dust - cough! Hack!"

*BANG!* *BTAAAAAANG!*

"STOP SCREWING AROUND WITH ME, YOU DHAMPHIR B*TCH!"

"Honestly, can't a boy take a hint when a lady says no?"

Amy Oakley pulled on the lever of her special musket, ejecting a shell cartidge. Taking this chance, she quickly reloaded another 15 rounds into her weapon's chamber. Either she found the technique calming, or she was bored, but she decided to have a small chat with the Tank.

"Hey, it's Nello right? Can you do me a favor and stop wiggling around so much? You're going to wake little Clementine. She's still inside of your belly, remember?"

"I'm trying! I'm really trying my best! B-but I don't know where to go! Th-this city is two, no, 10 times bigger than Stalingrad! And all the buildings are too tall for me to see! I-I don't know if a scary looking German Tiger tank would roll out and bully me like before! I-I don't want to be punched in the face by their cannon again!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I highly doubt dire lions, tigers, and bears have anything on Mad-Eye... In fact, he will bite them, enthrall them, and send them after me... I wonder if he has a fetish to make animals do stuff to girls like me. Hmm."

"................................................"

Nello didn't answer. Normally a hero from our world would have just given the Dhampir woman a (OдO) kind of expression to express how f**ked up his emotions were. But since Nello was a tank, and was only 5 days old before being transmigrated, that wasn't the case as to why he fell silent.

"... Sugar? What's wrong? You can keep talking to me. Nothing you say can make me blush."

"................................."

"... Come now, Sugar. Don't leave a girl hanging by herself. it's lonely, even in a firefight like--"

"M...Miss Oakley."

"Hmm♥?"

"Th...there's a Mosquito on my nose."

"...Say what?"

*SHING!* *BLEESSSSH!*

"...G...Gaahkkk!"

Amy Oakley doubled over. Her smile fell hard, and her neck was about to fall off her shoulder. Whatever realization she experienced seem to have struck her brain too hard.

That, or her bossom was shoved with what looked like an arm made of pointed glass that doubled as a sword. She threw up blood, and didn't bother to look up who attacked her.

"... You...sneaky b@stard."

"I hate to say this, but we grew up right next to each other... Even if you always kept dragging me around to play f**king tea parties, you should know by now - I don't play fair."

Amy Oakley vomitted. Whatever came out of her mouth was not red, but a deep inky blue. It fell and stained itself across the top of the turret head, turning into the color of crude oil across the armor. She grabbed onto the crystal lance, but it only shoved itself into her chest deeper

Mad-Eye Jack scowled, and kept his balanced across the Russian Tank's cannon and platform. By the time the Dhamphir was about to ask how, she saw it. A scroll in the man's hand, now burnt and turning to ashes. She was no expert, but she could tell by the style of the formula and the major texts on it... it was some sort of Scroll of Teleportation, a short range warp magic.

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She couldn't resist turning her head over her shoulder. Another Mad-Eye Jack still bolting after them with his glass leg as a spring. But maybe the scroll was related, because the moment it turned into ashes, the 'pursuing' Mad-Eye Jack evaporated... like a mirage. An illusory decoy.

"If you had Blood magic like a true Vampire, such a petty parlour trick wouldn't have caught you off guard."

"Geuuufffhh!"

When Mad-Eye Jack (real) pushed his blade deeper, it pierced through the Dhampir's back. The girl just coughed and gagged, and kicked the rifle she had dropped on top of Nello's head. With a flick, a spin, and a touch, she was about to put a finger on the trigger, the muzzle leaning into Mad-Eye's heart.

*BTAAAAANG!*

"....... That itched you know."

"Aaaagh! Cough! Hack!"

The shot missed. It didn't hit flesh, instead it struck Mad-Eye Jack in the face, over the crystal portion of his skull. It didn't kill him, neither did it hurt him... but somehow it was enough to make him lose some balance on a moving tank, and he teetered back.

Removing his crystal lance arm from Amy Oakley's chest.

"<< A-Auto Regenerations >>"

<< Passive Skill activated. Your Wounds will heal 10 HP / second. >> << Your total Health Points are now 98 /110..... 99 / 110.... 100 / 110. >>

"Tch. To think Half-Bloods like you can still use that ability."

It is well known that Vampires, are impossible to kill. Why is that? One, they live forever - so long as they feed on the blood of others. Two, bullets, swords, or even a battering ram can't kill these blood suckers. At most, a stake to the heart, a slap of the holy cross, or dumping them with Holy Water would work. But these weapons, these opportunities, were only as convenient as a complete amateur trying to purchase and control a .50 Calibre Military Grade sniper rifle.

Even if you did bribe someone to get it without a license, the recoil would just shatter your unprepared collarbone. An effective power, but not as available or ready to use. Yes, this was a Fantasy World - but you know how ridiculously expensive Holy Water Grenades are, especially if you are a Level 1 Noob with a starting gold of 100 Gold.

Not to mention, Vampire Auto-Regeneration Ability is a b*tch if you encounter them in a fight. Somehow, Amy Oakley was able to use her innate ability to her advantage. 

"Tch. It's not the pure form of Blood Magic, but it still works. D*mn, I hate this situation."

"Ptoo. Honestly, Jacky. If you want my heart, all you had to do was give me flowers."

Amy Oakley picked herself up from her knee, clutching the hole in her ch...hole in her......in her... Hold up, where did it go? Once she rose to her feet, whatever wound that impaled her was slowly stitching itself to a close. it wasn't as fast as the regeneration speed of Mad-Eye Jack, but it was enough to repair and fill in the missing bones and flesh that was torn through her body.

About 5 minutes, the injury was topped off with a new layer of skin on. Still, the clothing was regular clothing so it left a peculiar hole over her chest. It wasn't a time to worry about that, she thought while biting her lip.

"... Oakley. Give us the dog."

"She's not a dog. Her name is Clementine."

"Does it look like I give a f**k how you call a mutt? The Lycan Tribe has to be shown who is the true beast of the world! We Vamps won't back down from any challenge."

"Please wake up! The war between us and them are 1000 years in the past. Even our Elders are just lounging around doing nothing but picking up young girls to feed blood from... Why are you so h*llbent in causing trouble?"

"The War was never finished. It left us with an unsatisfying conclusion...I can't accept such a sh*tty ending."

"You can go into deep villain background story mode all you want, your desire is still too shallow."

"Can you say the same - after watching those same furballs burn down our home, when we were only kids!"

".................................................................."

"... Tch. Now do you remember why we started the new Vampire Gang... It's because we're sick and tired of the Elders being hands off on the other lesser Fanged Clans... they didn't even bat a f**king eye when the Lycans raided out home 90 years ago!"

"................................................................."

"So tell me, Dhamphir!? What would you like to do with that 90 years worth of rage and guilt huh?"

"..................................................I'm still angry about that day, Jack."

Amy Oakley staggered. Although she was able to recover her wounds, she still had limits. A Dhamphir was half Vampire, half human. It would make sense her human side required blood to survive. Although she can lose more than the average person... That doesn't mean she can recover her platlets or plasma as fast. 

A transfusion would be great... but who the h*ll has time to do that while standing on a moving tank while facing a villain.

Despite her limits and her failings, she gritted her teeth.

"When I first saw Clementine, I was filled with hate too... I worked hard to become a true Vampire, like all of you....... but..."

With a scowl... a growl... a slow murmur... to a sigh... she touched her cheek. And something soft doused her rage.

"The moment Clementine hugged me... kissed me... and ask me to sing her a lullaby so she could go to sleep... I.. I suddenly gave up on that hatred. At that moment, I realized... all I ever wanted was just to be a normal girl... and be happy..."

"..................The f**k did you just say?"

"Psst, Psst. I need your help!"

"I SAID WHAT THE F**K DID YOU JUST SAAAY!"

"...3..."

"... I didn't say anything... Except... I don't want to hate anymore....... 90 years... hurts too much... I... just want to leave this h*llhole, find a place where I can hang my hat and rest my rifle... and enjoy my days raising Clementine to be a beautiful woman on a small ranch, with real LIVING horses with beautiful manes... That's my new dream now."

"...2..."

A gun was drawn. It was a matchlock.

It only had one bullet in the chamber. A one shot weapon, not easy to reload.

Mad-Eye Jack didn't care.

With point-blank range, one bullet was enough to open a hole in the Dhampir's forehead. He knew, as a fellow Vampire, that being slapped by a cross, dumped with holy water, or shanked with a stake in the heart doesn't kill him - cutting off the head, or even destroying the Medulla Oblongata - was more than enough to finish it.

"... Go to--"

"...1...ALL ENGINE, FULL STOP!"

"Hmm??--GUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!?"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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Their platform came to an abrupt halt. All the inertia they had adjusted to while riding on a moving ground suddenlycaught up to them. Like the moment where people sit in a car, and some dumb f**ker slams the brakes as some kind of prank.

If you don't get a Whiplash from the Seatbelts - you get ejected manually from your non-ejectable seats.

That was what Mad-Eye Jack and Amy Oakley were doing right now. They were kicked off their feet and sent tumbling in the air. This was enough to do some serious damage to their bodies.......... Thankfully.

"Bafuu!"

"C-CLEMENTINE!?"

A certain Lycan Princess grabbed onto the Dhampir's ankles, anchoring her from flying away. So when the T-34 Tank slammed his brakes - only Mad-Eye Jack was ejected.

"... You sneaky little f**--"

To add salt to injury - the Russian Tank spun his head around, to BAT the BAT with a HOMERUN.

*SLAM!* *FIUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*-----*CRAAAAAAAAAAASH!*

<< You used BRAKE CATAPULT. Enemy hits a Wall. Dealt -200,000 Force and Bludgeoning Damage. >> << Vampire Lv. 55 is unconscious. His body is now Prone. You have Advantage over him. >> << Vampire LV. 55 is slowed. His Running Speed is now Zero. >> << You gained 50,000 EXP for a creating a New Attack Maneuver!! >> << Congratulations! You are now Level 53! You gained 1000 Character Points! >> -----

<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>

~Watch Out for That Building~

You Successfully Launched an Enemy at more than 100 km/h and dealt excessive damage!

You are F**king Incredible Man!

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"..................................................................Aauughh..."

Hole in one... the Vampire Villain was buried into the wall of a building... completely knocked the f**k out.

"...S...Sugar?"

"S-sorry, Miss Oakley. C-can you pull your hair away from my nose? I-it itches."

Amy Oakley blinked, upside down. She didn't know how, but she was held dangling by the ankles and lying over what was possible the tank's face. With her long hair draped over the cannon, the 3 meter gun fidgeted as if her silky hair really did cause discomfort. It also made sounds that it was going to sneeze... but held it down. Good boy.

"...What... did you do?"

"... I just stopped with my brakes."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"N-no 10th Level Telekinesis spell?"

"What's a Telephone?"

"......................................What did I just say?"

"... I don't know."

Nello 'stared' at the upside down Amy Oakley while she was glued to his 'face'. With some help with his machine gun and his cannon, he was able to assist the Dhamphir back to her knees to sit on his turret head.

Along the way, a certain little Werewolf Puppy was diving her face into the woman's bossom, craddling her.

"Bafuuuu! Baf!"

"..... G...good girl... Clementine... I... I love you!"

Finally feeling the sensation of life and death in her cold veins, the Dhamphir broke down and held the Werewolf Girl into her arms. She was crying, the only thing warm that came from her chilly body. Not that Lily Tiger minded, not one bit... her 'Cutest Mama in the Wild Wild West' still smelled of sweet Cinnamon.

"Bafu! Baff! Bafuuuu! *Snuggle Snuggle*"

"Now, now Clementine. Don't think that saving me would let you get a chance to have milk, not right now."

"..... Um... Miss Oakley. Wh-which way do I go now? I'm confused.. and lost."

"In a minute sugar, let me cuddle my Clementine a bit more. You are so cute and fluffy! Yes you are!"

"..................................... Oh... Okay."

About 30 minutes later, they were on the move... Yes, this narrator said 30 minutes later. No, it's not a typo.